Her Fantasy Man

A/N: Don't own Inuyasha…sounds familiar huh? I have to say thanks a million for all those reviews. I'm still speechless. And to those that offered to help me with ideas for My Best Friend, if I haven't emailed you yet, forgive me. If anyone else wants to help out just make a note in your review. I can't wait to work on the next chapter, things get a bit on the hot side there--check out the teaser.

I really appreciate them. I'm late I'm late I'm late! Sorry, I didn't post this sooner I'm a born procrastinator and I keep putting things off—too often! Originally this was done April 30th but being so late in the afternoon and the project I had to finish, I waited until this weekend. Hope you guys aren't too disappointed. Summer can't come any sooner, actually it can, and this is the time where I start processing chapters weekly and on the dot.

Chapter Two—Past Lust, Future Wants

As Inuyasha watched Kagome walk away from him, her head high and her back stiff, he knew without a doubt that he was far away from getting her. Her skirt tugged and pulled against her hips, molding to Kagome's bottom with each step, causing his groin to tighten. He always loved to watch her walk. They'd lived on opposite sides of town but the route to school was basically the same. He could still see her like she always had been. Her waist-length hair blowing in the wind, her chocolate-brown eyes taking in everything around her and her skirt swishing with each step, it was marvelous. Whenever he wasn't having a good morning just seeing her in her short skirts would always brighten up his day.

He'd been so attracted to her back then that he had to do his best to convince her otherwise. In other words, he had to make her hate him. In the name of pride, of course, that he learned the hard way. He'd put himself on the line once, hoping against hope a girl like Kagome could actually like a guy like him. She'd turned him down as gently as she could by saying she already had date. That night proved what everyone had been saying for so long. Namely that girls—nice, good girls like Kagome Higurashi—didn't waste their time on bastards.

Though his father was one of, if not the richest man in Japan, he'd slept with a girl out of wedlock. Though he made a mends after his first wife died and married his mother, the whole town considered him nothing above a bastard, the half-breed. No matter if he's reputation was squeaky clean; no one wanted to see him higher than what he was, in the manner of blood. It didn't help that his older half-brother, Sesshoumaru, agreed right along with them.

People in the upper-class or those who came from respectable family lines didn't accept him. Even if Kagome did want him, she'd never give up her reputation for him.

Even so, he wanted her. He wanted her way back then and if the thundering of his heart was any indication, he wanted her still.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Sango drew him back to the present.

"Keh,"

"Ah, a man of few words and to think after all these years I still haven't figured out just what that means." Sango looked at where his eyes were and noticed that was looking at where Kagome had been five minutes ago.

Aww, just like a lovesick puppy! Sango stifled a giggle and said in a neutral tone, "She looks good, doesn't she?"

Inuyasha shrugged. "Older."

"Exactly. Older and more mature, filled out quite nicely, huh." Sango said and made an hourglass shape with her hands. "A great figure—"

"Can you finish my order?" Inuyasha cut in. He wasn't about to let this conversation continue on about Kagome's figure and…

Inuyasha shook his head and said, "I'm taking of this assignment for my dad; he and mom are going away for their anniversary."

"Where to?"

"Somewhere exotic or so mom says."

"Be right back."

Inuyasha shrugged and sat into the seat Kagome had vacated and tried to ignore the scent of her perfume that lingered in the air. Without really realizing it, he found himself drinking in the subtle aroma.

Jasmine.

For Kami sakes, the girl even smelled the same. Worse, she affected him as intensely as ever. Just one whiff of her and he wanted another. And another. It was like an addiction but a very good one, or so it seemed.

Inuyasha smacked his forehead. It was crazy. He was crazy. It had been what, four years? That was plenty of time for him to get over his damnable crush on her. A crush. That's what it was, had been. Or so he told himself when memories got the best of him to the point that he couldn't stop thinking about her, wanting her, needing her.

Just as he was about to make a foolish mad dash run in finding the girl, his cell-phone rang.

"Inuyasha."

"I've got one word for you—fuchsia."

Inuyasha raised an eyebrow. "Koga?"

"Oh and not just a plain, ordinary fuchsia either." The man rushed on, confirming Inuyasha's question.

Koga had always been more interested in what he himself had to say, rather than what came out of anyone else's mouth. That was probably why his now wife, Ayame, had to repeatedly knock him over the head before he got over his weird obsession with Kagome junior year. And after all these years, the guy was still hopeless.

"Uh…but what about the aqua tiles you ordered last week?"

"No way! Jaken Adzuki has a similar shade to what we originally agreed upon in his kitchen. So it's out of the question for us to stick with that color. We entertain the same group of friends. Whatever would we say?"

"You hang out with that loser?" Inuyasha blinked.

"Are you crazy? His friends hang out with ours. Anyways back to the manner at hand. Ayame is staying at her grandfather's for a while, so you have to change it—now! Our anniversary is really close and Kami help me if I don't give her a decent gift this year I'll be sleeping on the couch until I'm sixty. And you know how many decades that is for demons?"

What a whipped bastard. Inuyasha thought and couldn't believe he was using a term Koga used often about the wimpy freshmen when they attended high school together.

In a small corner of his mind, a little voice spoke up. Or perhaps you're just jealous he's got someone special and you on the other hand…well don't.

If that had been anyone else he'd have knocked them out but seeing that was his 'other self' he couldn't go around beating himself up without his sanity being question!

"I'll give you the catalog number. It's—"

"Wait a second." Inuyasha cut in. "Let me find something to write with." He took out a pen then glanced around for as scarp of paper. A newspaper clipping, a cocktail napkin—something, anything!

A second ticked by before he noticed a piece of paper on top of an overflowing trashcan. He snatched it up, smoothed it out and Kagome's scent grew stronger. So strong that it was overwhelming.

It's a crush, he told himself yet again. A silly little crush that is best forgotten…

Inuyasha wrote down the numbers and asked, "Are you sure this time? Fuchsia is it?"

"Of course—"

"And the number is: 9067892, right?"

"Yes and—"

"Good."

"Would you let me speak? This has to be done perfectly."

Inuyasha interrupted Koga before he continued to rave on. "You do know we already finished with the aqua one before you called, right?"

"Well pull them back up again. Ayame deserves the best and the Wolf Clan can always change their minds."

Inuyasha mimicked Koga's words, making faces and rolling his eyes. Koga ended the conversation talking about having guests and hung up.

Inuyasha clenched his fists. He really hated working in this department of his father's business. Especially when he had to deal with the 'Kogas' of society!

Inuyasha bit his lower lip. Fucking son of a—

"Ten boxes of ramen, sixteen servings of miso soup and sake. I heard you got the Wolf Clan as your latest client." Sango said, carrying a large bag filled with food.

"Thanks. And yeah, he's the latest client. He's a big pain in the ass if you ask me. Always had been and things never change."

"Well, we all don't get the big breaks, Inuyasha." Sango said, taking the money and giving him a receipt.

Someone else did. Inuyasha learned at a young age that a two-dollar corsage wouldn't be good enough for a Higurashi's granddaughter, even if there had been a time when that girl hadn't been so different from him. She'd found a way out and left her past behind her, while Inuyasha had to make do with his. Hers was financials, his was blood. Still, he'd always feel connected to her. So much so he'd put his pride on the lien for her.

She'd worn the corsage her date had brought her, including the tiny golden things and a red ribbon that dangled from it. He hated the fact that she looked so pretty damn pretty smiling that his heart had actually flipped even if it was only for at her date. Realizing this it had sent a blot of anger through him. And so, he'd dumped punch on her. That one action had started the animosity that had continued throughout high school and kept them at each other's throats, right up until the night before they'd both depart for college.

Things had been different that night. She'd been different. And for a few sweet moments, he'd come close to living out his ultimate fantasy—Kagome Higurashi. Naked…panting…Moaning and all his. All his if only for a night.

…

"This is definitely the stuff fantasies are made out of." Kagome said fingering the red bra she'd purchased and tried to ignore the burst of longing that shot through her.

"Careful Higurashi or the whole city's going to find out beneath Miss. Perfect is a wild woman deep down waiting to paint the town red."

"Inuyasha!" Kagome growled.

But when the young woman turned around to find the room empty except for herself, Buyo and Souta. Souta had stopped making his pirate costume for the play the minute Kagome started shouting and leaned over towards Buyo.

"She's going crazy." Souta whispered loudly to Buyo, who just meowed as if he agreed.

"I am not!" Kagome shouted and threw a pencil at her younger brother.

"Hey, you can poke an eye out with that especially with that bad aiming of yours."

Kagome just glared at him and seemingly hissed the word, "Out."

Souta picked up Buyo and dodged another pencil. "Let's get out of here now or we'll really need those eye patches!"

"Little brat." Kagome muttered to herself when Souta and Buyo had finally fled.

…

"Yeah you heard me right, Maten. Fuchsia. I need the shipment sent out first thing tomorrow morning." Inuyasha sat at his desk—and recited the catalog number for the new tile.

"Sure thing, but it'll cost you." The man said in a sing-along voice on the other end of the phone. Other than shapely women and the latest hair products, money was always his favorite subject.

"Just get it here." Inuyasha said curtly, losing his patience as always.

Inuyasha hung up—well more like slammed down—the phone. The man reminded him of that Shippou kid that lived down the block.

Running a hand throw his silver hair, Inuyasha glanced at the clock. It was getting late and he was damn tired after being woken up at dawn by his brother verbally, and then later physically, attacking some business associate. It seemed they didn't see eye-to-eye.

But regardless of how tried he is or how grumpy he was becoming, a big empty bed didn't hold much appeal to him. Not after crossing paths with Kagome for the first time in almost five years. It might as well have been ten minutes. His reaction to her was as fierce as ever. Son of a rich business man or not Kagome was still out of his league.

The moment the thought struck him, he forced it back into the darkest corner of his mind. Maybe they weren't exactly a 'match made in heaven', but it had nothing to do with their family or heritage…right? Things had changed. Inuyasha wasn't the poor bastard child who's father was thought to be dead, nor was leaving in a rundown house because of his mother's parents had disowned her.

His gaze spanned the surrounding office and a sense of pride filled him. This room, like the rest of his rooms on the eastern side of the estate, lacked nothing of the best. His father had tried to makeup for his time away by making sure his family had nothing less. Of course Izayoi, Inuyasha's mother, made sure to tell Inu no Taisho that just being there is enough.

There was no hanging porch gutter or peeling paint or leaking ceiling. He'd come a long way, made sure to earn his keep despite the fact that his father told him he was his son and didn't need to.

Even so, why did he still feel like the same horny teenager boy who'd lusted after Kagome from afar? Who'd give anything, but never admit it aloud, just to be with her. He didn't have time to dwell upon it for the door burst open and a very angry and old woman stood there in the doorway.

"Inuyasha Takahashi!"

Inuyasha stifled a smirk when he saw Kaede, mud covering her cheeks and a twig or two stuck-up in her graying hair. "What a 'pleasant' surprise."

The old woman narrowed her eyes. "It won't be so pleasant when I get through with you."

"I could tell. All you need now is a sign that says 'made a hell'—"

Kaede held up the suggested sign. "I've known you way too long not to come prepared. And believe me; I didn't come here for a social call. Did you change the security code?"

"No."

"Then tell me why did I almost get mobbed by the security guards outside?"

"Mobbed? You? I highly doubt that. If I remember correctly I had a, what you called, potty mouth, back in junior high and you smacked me upside the head with your purse. Which I still haven't forgiven you for; it felt like bricks were in there!"

The old woman snorted.

"And not to mention the time you made a serial killer actually beg to be taken to prison after your purse of doom became involved. And the time you got Sesshoumaru to apologize to you after he swore he'd kick you out of the house. So I'm sure you put up a great fight."

"Inuyasha—"

"Is that a new sweater you've got on?" Inuyasha asked, hoping to make the woman forget the reason she was there.

Kaede glanced down. "Why, this old thing? I've had it for ages."

"Well I think it's sort of pretty."

"Well it is my favorite color." She smiled. "It's the color, you know. I just adore coral."

"Which reminds me, Sango mentioned Shippou needs a ride home from her house but her car's in the shop."

Kaede paled. "I nearly forgot."

But just as she was about to close the door,Keade said, "Wipe that smirk off your face, young man. I'll be back tomorrow."

Inuyasha had a deadpanned expression on his face and said, "A man can dream, can't he?"

Kaede just snorted and waltzed out of the door.

Kaede was a good woman with a kind heart, a bit violent sometimes but then he'd deserved that brick purse punishment, he guessed. Kaede had offered him and his mother a place to stay for a whole three months before Inu no Taisho had broke away from his prejudice father and family to find them.

Inuyasha settled down onto his bed and lay down. The young man sighed; he needed to concentrate on his job and not Kagome. He had a whole new client he had to interview tomorrow, make sure those new tiles came on time, had to avoid Kaede for about a week until she forgot today's incident…and the list went on and on.

Inuyasha sat up and reached over to the paper he'd jotted down the catalog number on. He had a job to do. He didn't have time to think about Kagome, about how her fiery temper always excited him, how she'd look wearing that racy lingerie, preferably the red one or how—

Wait a second.

His thoughts skidded to a halt as his gaze fell upon the wrinkled paper he had written upon. The words my ultimate fantasy jumped out at him and stalled his lungs. Then again, it wasn't really the words, written in neat black ink with an efficient underline that stopped him cold for a long, breathless moment. It was the faint scent of jasmine belonging solely to the woman he had always enjoyed teasing. Before he could stop himself, he lifted the paper to his nose and took a deep breath. The aroma grew stronger, confirming the truth.

It was her paper.

Her words.

Her fantasy.

Her fantasy man.

Her fantasy man?

It couldn't be. Even if he read the description, he told himself it was just wishful thinking. His father and brother both had golden eyes and silver hair but the puppy dog ears and the love of wearing red had to be coincidentally right?

Kagome couldn't stand him. Sure she had lusted after his. Once. While the night was still fresh in his mind, he'd been certain she hadn't given it a second thought. After all, she'd run off at the very end and left him with a growing, and massive, hard-on.

While he stilled wanted her after all this time, there was no way that she wanted him. Or did she? The truth sank in as he read and reread the paper. She did. She really wanted him.

But even though she would allow herself the attraction in her most private thoughts, she wouldn't act on that attraction. Her hands-off attitude confirmed that.

It wasn't that fact that she was human and he was a half-breed, although that was part of it. But it was the fact that no one could wipe away the past of one's childhood experiences. Everyone knew about his first few years of his life and many would never let him forget it. In short she was everything good and he was everything bad. She was like sugar, he was salt. She was innocent and he wasn't. She was like water and he was like oil.

They couldn't mix.

There would be no happily ever after between a woman like Kagome Higurashi and a man like Inuyasha Takahashi.

Just lust.

…

Being a Higurashi wasn't what the media portrayed it as—money, connections and a great wholesome family. It was, in a nutshell, about pride, dignity and upholding one's self-respect. While most families would be concerned their children wore preverbal underwear, hers—or the majority—were concerned that if she was to be scarped off the street that she was wearing something tasteful and befitting for one of Japan's most oldest family names.

So, no self-respecting Higurashi would be caught dead wearing racy lingerie—even for their wedding night! Or so Kagome had been raised with her grandfather and his brother's old fashion influences.

Sighing, Kagome turned back to look at the present with longing while she rewrapped the pink paper tissue back into its place. That little red number was just so tempting but she had to resist. Just like she had to resist the hanyou that had suggested she wore it.

Inuyasha…

He had been the most handsome boy in high school—and the most irritating! She couldn't remember a day gone by where he hadn't taunted her, teased her and drove her crazy.

At the school soccer games he'd make catcalls when she'd pass by to cheer on her brother right along with that pervert, Miroku. He sat behind her in every class and always pulled her hair—after shooting at least one spit wad at her head.

But try as he might Inuyasha was unable to stop her from counting the Higurashi tradition—never failing at anything. He had been close but never succeeded.

In short he had made her high school years a living nightmare, and yet she lusted after him.

…Then and now. Kagome thought. Not that I'll act on my attraction.

Kagome stood up straight. She was going to keep her reputation, perspectives and distance. In real life, that is.

As for her fantasies—

Fantasies being a key word here…. Kagome reminded herself.

She could dream all she wanted. No one could stop her. After all Inuyasha made a great Tarzan, the whole wild man in the loincloth seemed to suit the hanyou best. Or better yet a rugged pirate. But then that didn't mean that was the only characters that she enjoyed seeing him as.

After all just regular ole Inuyasha was just fine. The thought of his claws slowly moving up along her soft skin, those golden eyes of his hungrily looking upon her body and his fangs gently grazing her along the neck, was enough to bring a permanent red blush to Kagome's cheeks.

Kagome believed her fantasies tended to get more on the racy side—or Miroku flavored to put it bluntly. She put her hands up to her cheeks and knew instantly from the warm sensations that she was blushing.

But remembering…that was something she wasn't about to do. No thinking about the one night shed thrown caution to the wind and discovered what it felt like to be held and touched and kissed by Inuyasha Takahashi.

Kagome shook her head, freeing herself from the memories. No, remembering was definitely out!

…

Inuyasha was unusually quiet that night at the dinner table because he had too much to think about. So he couldn't do the usual, which was making crude remarks about his half brother.

There was always the possibility that he was just wrong, Inuyasha mused. Perhaps someone else had written the words, after all Kagome despised him every bit now as she had way back when. That's why she'd run off after everything had been done. Because she'd come to her senses and realized she'd made a mistake when they'd done the deed.

Or maybe she'd wanted it too much and that fact scared her into wanting to put some distance between them.

Maybe…

There was only one way to find out.

Dinnertime at the Takahashi household is never boring especially when there's always sibling rivalry going on. That's because everyone usually has something quirky or interesting to say. Or that they just spoke just to hear themselves speak. But usually it was because they had a little too much to drink.

"What's with that look, son? You seem really determined now." Inu no Taisho said.

Inuyasha just shrugged.

"I like guessing games. Let's see. Would it happen to be about some business problems? Or perhaps a crazy ex-girlfriend that's taking up stalking you for her latest hobby? Or maybe a certain brown-eyed girl with the last name Higurashi." The older man added with a grin.

After shrugging at the last two, Inuyasha stilled at the third. "N-No…."

"Ah, so it does have to do with her. She's playing hard to get, huh. I can't blame her. Well she should, knowing how some boys are these days. Yet despite that girls are more aggressive these days. It must take up a lot of time beating them off with a stick but not Kagome. She doesn't have to be panting at your leg for you to be attracted to her. The girl has her head on straight, a wonderful cook, not sleazy and will make a perfect addition to the family."

Inu no Taisho smiled. "Ah it seems to be just like yesterday. I use to be a lady's man; I was never without a date for Fridays or the weekends. In fact, it was quite the norm for me to have a lady on both of my arms. I remember this one time—"

Then he gulped when Izayoi glared at him. His wife was always very sweet and compassionate but certain subjects would set this inactive volcano out of dormitory in the blink of an eye.

The older man cleared his throat. "But that's the past, my dear boy. I turned over a new leaf, found true love in Izayoi and we've been happily married for over twenty-one years. And you'll see finding the right woman will tame the beast and you'll be happier married than single."

"Taisho, you're making me blush." Izayoi said benevolently and smiled lovingly at her husband before leaning over and kissing him.

"All this mushy stuff isn't good for my digestive tract." Sesshoumaru grumbled.

Izayoi and her husband just laughed merrily.

"You didn't have any problems when your girlfriend Kagura is around. Speaking of which, when will you two kids settle down? You've been engaged for three years now." Inu no Taisho said.

Sesshoumaru nearly choked on the water he had been drinking.

"Ah, love is indeed in the air." Izayoi sighed happily. "Just think dear, pretty soon we'll have a house filled with grandchildren. Oh I just can't wait to spoil them."

Her husband nodded. "Strong and healthy boys that I can help nurture to become fine men. I would be able to feel young again playing with them and sparring with in my old age."

Everyone at the table seemed to snort at this, some more loud than others but he ignored them.

The older man added, "But with granddaughters I can spoil and see them clothed in beautiful dresses. Then I'd be laughing loudly when they get back at their brothers for mocking their feminine ways by beating them up. Or to watch those suitors of theirs wet their pants when I threaten them if they harm our girls. What a glorious sight that will be."

Izayoi nodded. "I would love the name Kioki for my granddaughter. Leiko if it's a boy. Although that stands for arrogance, it is a common characteristic in the males in this family."

"I don't even have a mate yet and they're already planning out baby names." Inuyasha grumbled.

"So, tell me, Inuyasha, is the moon made out of cheese?" Sesshoumaru asked dryly and looked at Inuyasha.

What the hell? "Like I'd fucking care. What do I look like? An astronomer?" Inuyasha yelled, flicking a pea at Sesshoumaru's head with his fork.

"Language…" Izayoi said after Inuyasha's first reply and wiped her mouth politely with her napkin.

Sesshoumaru just flicked one pea back, pretending he hadn't been as childish. "Well, if you, squint your eyes just right—"

"—one might actually believe you are a guy." Inuyasha added.

Sesshoumaru's left eye twitched while he stabbed his piece of steak more forcefully than necessary. "Bastard—"

"Asshole—"

"Boys. Boys! This is dinner. Save it for later if you must." Izayoi said. "Can't we have one dinner without such harsh words? Sesshoumaru stop patronizing him and Inuyasha that was very rude."

"But Yoi, Inuyasha does have a point. Even the doctors weren't sure about Sesshoumaru." Inu no Taisho joked until Izayoi shoved a spoonful of rice into his mouth to silence the older man.

Sesshoumaru just growled which caused Inu no Taisho to laugh and Izayoi to just sigh, clearly exasperated by the conversation and her company.

Sesshoumaru glared at his half-brother. "Unlike you, hanyou—"

"No name calling." Izayoi said and looked ready to chuck a fork at the boy but settled for a spoon instead. It was just as effective but left no evidence.

"—just because I actually want to look presentable and not ruin the family name, doesn't make me one of 'those' people." Sesshoumaru said while rubbing his forehead.

"You're really insensitive, 'dear brother'. You're going to hurt Jankotus feelings." Inuyasha said. "Don't forget he's remodeling the bathroom downstairs."

"Yes and a find job he does. He's a nice boy—a little too obsessed with wanting to tough me—but nice boy." Inu no Taisho said with the briefest of smiles although it looked a bit strained.

"You already said 'nice' twice, Taisho." Izayoi pointed out. "And while we're at it can we please talk about something else other than sexuality and the moon?"

Her husband tapped his chin thoughtfully before smiling. "Well I heard Japan's in the semi-finals—"

"—and sports." Izayoi said before adding politics to the banned list.

Whenever the three males got into the topics of sports and politics, one would end up angry; the other storming off in a huff and the remaining one would do a combination of the two.

A great silence followed. The only words spoken were by Izayoi asking for the salt that was beside Inuyasha. The remaining three, unlike Izayoi, in the dinning room were bored.

Sesshoumaru was glancing at the stock market papers and looked upset. Damn it. Jaken said for sure this would go up. I'm going to fry him and serve him as a spoiled burger.

Beside him, Inu no Taisho was debating on whether to eat the fish or the chicken. Chicken…or fish? One has two breasts and one with gills—chicken. One that I brought on sale and the other one was prepared by my wife—fish.

Izayoi glanced at her husband, obviously knowing what had him so worked up, and shook her head sadly.

Decisions, decision. Why do they have to make it so hard? The demon lord began to sweat. Sooner or later someone would choose and he'd be stuck with the leftover.

Inu no Taisho gulped. One that looks crunchy and the other looks like sushi—undecided. What the hell am I doing? I'll eat them both! With that the proud demon lord took them both from the center plate.

Across from the two Inuyasha was just looking at the peas in his plate. I really, really hate peas. The hanyou thought and rolled the offensive vegetable back and forth with his fork.

"Now isn't this nice?" Izayoi asked with a blissful sigh but no one commented until—

"So…does the eye shadow thing come in any other colors?" Inuyasha questioned Sesshoumaru but only to get conked in the head with a silver spoon by his mother.

Like I said, everyone has something to say—and do. Whether it was appropriate for the dinner table, well that was another story.

Preview of the Next Chapter (This is an extremely long excerpt but it's quite the teaser)

"Looks like you owe me, wench."

The deep voice came from behind her the very minute she closed her grandfather's office door. Her hand tightened around the doorknob while her body went on instant alert. Her hands trembled, her cheeks became a bit and her nipples tightened. She forced her fingers to let go of the knob and fought for a nice, easy breath.

Nice and easy. Kagome thought. That was the key where Inuyasha Takahashi was concerned. She knew that, but damn her body because if was obviously thinking of something else when those words came to mind.

And the last thing she considered him, with his good looks, his deep voice and golden eyes—not to mention those cute dog ears—, was nice. As for easy…nothing about him was easy, especially her reaction to him and avoiding the guy!

Kagome let out her breath slowly and turned, putting her back to her grandfather's closed door. "For the last time, my name's not wench, nor is it sweetheart, brown eyes, or any of those other names. And how do you figure I owe you?"

"I distinctly remember speaking those same words to you last night." How he said the last few words made it sound as if they were actually doing something other than bickering.

Seemingly to notice her train of thought, Inuyasha's golden eyes twinkled as he grinned down at her. One of his fingers touched the collar of her blouse, just the barest whisper of flesh against soft silk, yet the sound echoed in her ears. Her heart pounded faster and the warmth growing upon her cheeks intensified.

"You're passing on words of wisdom, so I figure I ought to get—"

Kagome scoffed. "I doubt you coined the phrase 'sweet dreams,'—"

"Don't forget 'lover,'" Inuyasha added and his smirk widen when her cheeks became even rosier.

Trying to regain her composure, Kagome glared at him. "The last I heard, you charged for architectural plans and importing goods, not words of wisdom."

"So I have." Then Inuyasha winked at her. "I'm turning over a new leaf so I guess you'll be my very first customer."

"Lucky me."

"You haven't gotten lucky just yet, sweetheart, but I'm working on it." His voice, so soft and teasing, slid into her ears and put every nerve in Kagome's body on major alert!

"I'm not…" The words remaining words got caught up in her throat.

"You're not…what?" Inuyasha whispered. His eyes, once again, began luring her into their deadly yet comforting grasp.

"I…" Don't just stand there gaping at him where's the witty comebacks here, Kagome?

Inuyasha not only taunted and annoyed her, but he stirred her anger even more than he stirred her hormones. Usually. But he was different now. He was soft, teasing, charming and…and nice.

Kagome paled. No, no, no, Kagome. Don't. Not again. Didn't you learn the last time?

Inuyasha frowned. "You okay? You look a little—"

"Sick? Pale?" Kagome nodded vigorously. "Yeah, suddenly I feel a bit funny."

"Sorry to hear that, but I was thinking more on the lines of you looking a little hot."

"Uh no." Kagome ran a finger beneath the edged of her collar and tried to calm her racing heart without him knowing but then again with his hearing…

Inuyasha took another step towards her, now they looked as if they were glued…Kagome kept her gaze leveled with the wall across the room instead of continuing gazing downward. She hardly had any breathing room, especially now.

"I uh I'm fine. Look at the time, I really should get going. I feel a bit sweaty so I'm going to go uh change. Maybe I should check the thermostat." Kagome laughed nervously and hoped he wouldn't detect the lie.

Something flickered in those golden eyes of his before that all too familiar lazy and alluring smile of his formed upon his lips.

"No, don't bother. Here, let me help you." Inuyasha said as one of his hands went to the top of her collar. Without much effort, he lifted her on top of the desk and slipped through her parted legs.

Kagome blushed furiously but Inuyasha didn't give her much time to be embarrassed or flustered for his lips descended upon hers and sure enough all she wanted was to kiss him back. Like in all those racy type of scenes on soap operas, the papers were pushed aside and the stapler and phone clattered onto the floor. Kagome's right leg curled slightly around Inuyasha's body and the softest of moans escaped her lips. Had anyone walked in on them there'd be no doubt what was going on!

Where was the innocent Kagome Higurashi? At the moment she was taking a siesta and her counterpart had come forth. In fact, Kagome was vaguely aware of his fingers upon the very first button of her blouse. Had she been herself Kagome's first instinct should've been to swat his hand away. He was intimately touching her, of all the things.

More importantly, there were people nearby. She could here laughter out in the hallway, voices and footsteps.

Surprisingly the sounds didn't stir the expected blot of panic. They fed her excitement. Her heart thunder and her blood pumped faster as Inuyasha moved to the second button of her blouse. The very thought of getting caught was almost as appealing as being in her current position.

"Yes, you surely do feel hot." Inuyasha said while his fingertips brushed against her skin again. "Don't you, Kagome."

Kagome's lips parted, the truth poised on the tip of her tongue—

Next Time: Oh So Tempting

Author: I wanted to add this but I wasn't sure. So this is a deleted scene and all in one from Her Fantasy Man. I shortened it so it got straight to the point. It was something someone said in my class that I found it just too funny.

Man: And Action!

Kagome: (tugs at her collar nervously) Uh aren't you a bit hot?

Inuyasha: (Inuyasha smirks ever so slowly, his eyes were promising her such sinful things.) Hot and bothered.

Kagome: (Oh my…, she thought as she felt her cheeks pinked and thought for sure she'd faint.)

Author: Indeed. (Swoons) Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed today's chapter and teaser!

A/N: I hope no one was too offended with the attack on Sesshoumaru, believe me; I'm not trying to indirectly say anything about his preferences, if anyone is thinking that. It's just me trying to lighten up the mood. After all, this does seem like a typical meal in that family if Princess Izayoi and Lord Inu no Taisho had lived. And yes, I love Sesshoumaru with Kagura, it's just perfect. They obviously have feelings for each other, except the female shows it more than the male. This is also shown in Inuyasha and Kagome's relationship. Maybe it's a male thing.

I wasn't playing on putting up a new teaser for the next chapter but I thought since so many of you enjoyed the story, I should get off my lazy bottom and add it in…so I did. And it's long. I didn't get to do much proofreading. I had a 10 page term paper due last week and being the known procrastinator I've always been, I haven't gotten all that far when I began working on this chapter. I plan to revise My Best Friend, Before You Go, and add up a few more stories this week when this big bag of stress has been lifted. Surprisingly this chapter was a decent size amount. Please review; I'd really like some encouragement for future chapters.